Pull down the wreath and brush your white teeth,
put this season behind us.
Tomorrow's the day we really all say,
what was worth all the fuss?
So go your own way and live for the day,
but never give away trust.
Because if you do this and you snag or you twist,
just consider yourself bust.
Reach out to others,
and see what you get.
They nod up and down,
then forget that you've met.
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